7 Gramercy Park, W. N. Y.
Dec. 31, 1916My dear Miss Turner:-
I don't believe I can have the opportunity to see you in New York. I could let you know where I am now if I had your letter on Last Monday; so that you could call me thru the 'phone. But I was away and they did not forward the letter to me. I tried to find where the scientific meetings held and it seemed that no body knew.
My husband, Mr. Chen was with me last week and went back to Yale last night. He missed the scientific meetings in Yale.
I feel more tired than the school time because have been rushing every day since the vacation began. My work is not as hard as last year's - one reason I think, is becauce [sic] I can read and write a little bit faster. This school is specially training city missionaries. I really can not say whether I really do like it or not. The aim of this school is good, but it
lackinglacks the true spirit and a broader mind. It seems most of the missionaries have such narrow minded ideas. I think the best word to decribe [sic] them is "fussy" over the littlebillbile details. On the other hand this school gives me a whole view of New York "down town" and the problems & opportunities that one can work dad do. [?] Our classes come in the morning and we have asignment [sic] to help the afternoon meetings - such as mothers and children's. But I did not take those asignments [sic] - I am going to the school of Philanthropy instead.I am thinking about my next year. I have one year more chance to be in America. Mr. Chen wants me to ta
cke some chemistry and bacteriology; so that I could help him in his laboratory work when we go back. I want to take the comparative religion, social work, history of philosophy. In some way New York is a wonderful city, but in some way her rush and push can truly make one mad. How do you think if I go to teacher's college of Columbia next year? Mr. Chen is studying for Ph.D. He may get his degree in 1918 or may not on account of his French and German language.Best love and New Year wishes to you and Mrs. Turner.
Yours lovingly, Tsoo-Sing C.